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#£§%*~:,,, To Your Sides Are Walls Made Of Trees, ,,,:~*%§£#
£§%*~:,,,, Thick And Ready To Swallow You. The Sun ,,,,:~*%§£
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#£§%*~:,,, Catwalk Above The Rails. Your Train Is ,,,:~*%§£#
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#£§%*~:,,, Stressed About The Time, While Moving ,,,:~*%§£#
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#@#£§%*~:, Station Is In Several Levels, All ,:~*%§£#@#
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#£§%*~:,,, Intelligent Designer, And Full Of ,,,:~*%§£#
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§%*~:,,,,, Bazaars... You Sight Your Train Through ,,,,,:~*%§
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